Slick Tricks
I learned very early in my life,
To be suspicious of anyone offering sweets.
And to examine them closely.
Especially their sleeves.
To ensure slick tricks would not slip from them,
When it is easy to do this...
Since many are quick to prepare,
Their visions to be coated with anything to fantasize...
At the beginning of the holiday season.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Holiday To Holiday
This is what I've learned about living in reality
The few who choose to do it,
Become highly suspicious by those who travel
From holiday to holiday to celebrate escapes.
With the doing to others who speak of truth,
Everything they can
To depict them as mavericks.
Who have anti-social unacceptable motives,
To inflict
On those conformists,
Wanting nothing to do with a consciousness
That produces visions of clarity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alms For The Poor. Alms For The Poor
'Alms for the poor.
Alms for the poor.'
Is this a new gimmick their using?
Isn't it a bit early to be dressed,
Like characters from a Charles Dickens' novel?
It's not even Halloween yet.
And those folks are dressed is if prepared,
To sing Christmas Carols.
~Well...
I'm not one to be cynical about these things.
Or quick to express a saccharine sentmentalism...
For those I see appearing in Victorian costumes,
This early in the season.
But I will say this...
Whoever advised them to come to this side of the 'hood',
Dressed like that...
Begging? Or whatever that is they are doing,
Has got to be the best salesman 'ever'.
Or...?
Consider this observation,
Those folks are pushing something discovered better than crack.
And they've come to the 'hood'...
To test this new taste of Christmas in October.
To get folks hooked and as high as possible,
To care less what holiday season is near.~
LOL
~Don't laugh.
I remember when 'arms for the poor' meant a soliciting.
Those folks have buckets in their hands,
Painted with pumpkin faces on them.
With their arms stretched out.
Offering samples of whatever is in them.
And...
Dressed in Victorian costumes.
At this time of the night in the inner city?
That doesn't make you suspicious? ~
Comeon.
What's so unusual about it?
They've come to display their charitable natures.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Holiday
Well the super models in those magazines
They've been to places that I've never dreamed
Well they look so nice out on some sandy beach
But for me I've always found it out of reach
Ooooooooo take me on a holiday
Ooooooooo I need a holiday
The hotel and life for me would be alright
We could always catch an early mornin' flight
As you treat yourself like in a movie scene
But its just another place I've never been
Ooooooooo take me on a holiday
Ooooooooo I need a holiday
I call you up on your telephone
And leave a message there since your not home
I've got to go I've got to get away
Please come and take me on a holiday
Ooooooooo take me on a holiday
Last nite I dreamed I was in Sante Fe
And then went on a flight to San Jose
Well I know that you don't really like to fly
But to see the world maybe you'd like to try
Ooooooooo take me on a holiday
Ooooooooo I need a holiday
Ooooooooo take me on a holiday
Need a holiday
Holiday
Holiday
Holiday
song performed by by April Wine
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Examination
Abolish examination.
And who are you to take examination?
Do you know whom to examine
And how to examine?
If you are so keen to take examination
Examine yourself first.
It is not easy to examine self
And pass the examination
scoring top.
Examine self while alone
Alone at night
Alone at bed.
Dare not examine others and
Dare not examine especially children.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Roll Up Your Sleeves
You'd like to realize your dreams.
And you seek from me and others,
'Sound' advice you wish to uncover.
Take your eyes off the prize.
Try to think of it as icing on a cake,
You have yet to bake with lessons learned...
As if you want the reputation of a chef,
Not just a cook.
Roll up your sleeves.
Become familiar,
With 'everything' in the kitchen you need.
And prepare to live your life,
Totally devoted...
To delivering each meal spiced,
With 'all' ingredients that are liked.
Become fast friends with sacrifice.
And...
MAYBE 'then',
With a 'perhaps' attached...
What you dream will be recognized,
As something 'you' alone will be proud to achieve.
With a sweating done...
Some believe others for them,
Should do!
If you can go through that...
And survive!
Those dreams perceived will come true for you!
But first...
Roll up your sleeves.
And prepare to accept rejection!
If you're in it to win it...
You will whistle as you clean toilet bowls.
That's the magic of success!
Doing something you would never accept...
Or expect that you would do.
But you will do it to get what 'you' want done!
And don't be afraid to feel a bit gloomy,
When using a broom to sweep up a room.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Summer Can Sizzle Hot
The eating of 'crow' and humble pie,
Is not so easy...
For one young with stars in their eyes.
Especially if the cranking up of hype is believed.
Who could avoid,
Wearing such loftiness on their sleeves.
With TV and the media all up in one's face.
And flashbulbs from cameras...
Paparazzied all over the place.
I would believe I could walk on water too!
Wouldn't you?
Especially if you were given visions,
Of wearing a crown instead of disgrace to boo hoo.
The eating of 'crow' and humble pie,
Is not so easy...
For one young with stars in their eyes.
Especially if the cranking up of hype is believed.
Who could avoid,
Wearing such loftiness on their sleeves.
But when a season ends,
And the attention leaves...
There are tears and loneliness,
No one sees as one grieves.
And a Summer can sizzle hot...
When reality sets in on shoulders to drop.
'Did you get that from King James? '
In a way.
From my own observation.
And more of a whiff of it from Revelations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Holiday Debate
Happy holiday they say with a smile, even though they’re in denial,
All around man’s legitimate reason, why we even have this season,
When men and women all about earth, reflect on The Savior’s birth,
Through celebration and praise, as men lift up the Ancient of Days.
There are people on each side, who in Christ, do and do not abide,
Who do refuse to even celebrate, the season some may even hate,
Those, who truly love The Lord, say this season should be ignored,
While those with no religious belief, fill the season with undue grief.
Some peoples dispute the date, adding the calendar to the debate,
Using the harvest time as a reason, to discredit the holiday season;
There’re some who could care less, about a time many call blessed,
While they go on about their way; as for them, it is just another day.
No matter what the debate may be, another holiday all men will see,
Most men, again will participate, while others, continue their debate,
Friend, if you indeed participate, just how will your family celebrate?
Will your holiday be a secular kind, or a season with Christ in mind?
Whatever your view of this holiday, God’s Word has so little to say,
But, much to say about The Son, Who came that day, for everyone,
God’s Son, Who came with Salvation, for all men from every nation,
Is coming again, as King to receive, all those, who sincerely believe.
(Copyright ©07/2010)
Another Storm Between Us
Strong winds come to stir and blow.
With it a mixture of ocean rain.
Could this be the season so soon,
Of those unpredictable tornados.
Could this be already,
The season to prepare for hurricanes?
It seems as the Summer leaves,
And it is missed...
I,
In my mind...
Sit with wishes quick to reminisce,
Holding you in those heated breezes.
With closed eyes,
As we kiss lips.
I sit with wishes quick to reminisce,
The last touch we shared...
As the winds begin to stir,
And the rain pours swiftly...
While thunder roars.
Strong winds come to stir and blow.
With it a mixture of ocean rain.
Could this be the season so soon,
Of those unpredictable tornados.
Could this be already,
The season to prepare for hurricanes?
I,
In my mind...
Sit with wishes quick to reminisce,
Holding you in those heated breezes.
With closed eyes,
As we kiss lips.
I sit with wishes quick to reminisce,
The last touch we shared...
As the winds begin to stir,
And the rain pours swiftly...
While thunder roars.
Could this be already,
The season to prepare for hurricanes?
Could this be already,
Another storm between us...
Left to remain unfinished?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No More Echoes.
Two mental breakdowns
In as many years;
The ECT, she
Knows too well; the dark
Corridors; the sharp
Broken mirrors, all
Reflecting different
Selves; the slashed wrist;
Bath-almost-drowning
Business; the white
Coated nurse and docs
And the tricks up their
Long thin sleeves; and the
Emptiness inside
With the long slow fall
Into that so long
Awaited and wished for
Oblivion and
No more echoes from
The sad ghostly dead.
poem by Terry Collett
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Another Christmas
We don’t need another Christmas, but, we need the Lord Jesus,
The Savior, Who was long before, this holiday that many adore;
Whether just a day or the season, many forget He is the reason,
Why we observe Christmas at all, now, it’s tainted by man’s fall.
Christmas day will come and go, but Jesus many need to know,
He is the beginning and the end, well before and after my friend;
On this holiday we call Christmas, by many, The Truth is missed,
He’s the Only Gift we must embrace, sent to all, by God’s Grace.
Not only did Christ come before, but only His Gift’s forevermore,
Christmas will be over my friend, unlike my Lord who has no end,
Christ cannot be packed away, for in a believer He’s here to stay,
For The Lord shall never depart, with God’s Spirit within our heart.
Not only for a holiday season, but for each day He is the reason,
For a believer’s life and breath, since for us, He destroyed death,
And given the gift of eternal life, through that babe, who is Christ,
Now, no longer that babe in a stall, but, our Lord reigning over all.
It’s not Christmas but God above, who fills men with joy and love,
Joy that some men just ignore, knowing not what Christmas is for,
Not knowing the God of Eternity, they’ll look for gifts under a tree,
They don’t need another Christmas, but instead need Christ Jesus.
With An Acceptance To Acknowledge
Early in my life,
I learned to navigate.
And appreciate what I initiated.
Mistakes I have made.
And not one did I excuse.
I admit I have a low tolerance for weepers.
Perhaps I understand them too much.
I have yet to witness the sharing of sorrows,
Mend anything to become productive.
Early in my life,
I learned to navigate.
And appreciate what I initiated.
But the loneliness of doing that alone,
I abandoned to socialize with others.
Needless to say...
Some lessons learned should never be abandoned.
Early in my life,
I learned to navigate.
And appreciate what I initiated.
With an acceptance to acknowledge,
Some lessons learned should never be abandoned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Bite I'm Quick to Fight
You think it easy to whip up in me grief?
Because I come across as cool as can be.
Well let me tell you something you wont believe...
If you want to bite,
I'm quick to fight!
You think the life I've lived has been without knocks.
And nothing that I've faced has made my heart stop.
Well let me tell you this to set your clock right.
If you want to bite,
I'm quick to fight!
I'm not the kind to search and hunt enemies.
I'm not the kind to crawl around on my knees.
I'm not the kind to wear my heart on my sleeves.
I do the best I can to meet my own needs.
I'm not the kind to wish upon someone evil.
I'm not the kind to wish anyone ill.
I'm not the kind to stir up rage and upheaval.
Nor am I the kind that seeks such petty thrills.
You think it easy to whip up in me grief?
Because I come across as cool as can be.
Well let me tell you something you wont believe...
If you want to bite,
I'm quick to fight!
I'm not the kind to search and hunt enemies.
I'm not the kind to crawl around on my knees.
I'm not the kind to wear my heart on my sleeves.
But if you bite...
I'm quick to fight!
I'm not the kind to wish upon someone evil.
I'm not the kind to wish anyone ill.
I'm not the kind to stir up rage and upheaval.
But if you bite...
I'm quick to fight!
You think the life I've lived has been without knocks.
And nothing that I've faced has made my heart stop.
Well let me tell you this to set your clock right.
If you want to bite,
I'm quick to fight!
I'm not the kind to wish upon someone evil.
But if you bite...
I'm quick to fight!
I'm not the kind to stir up rage and upheaval.
But if you bite...
I'm quick to fight!
I'm not the kind to stir up rage and upheaval.
But if you bite...
I'm quick to fight!
I'm not the kind to stir up rage and upheaval.
But if you bite...
I'm quick to fight!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Holiday Road
I found out long ago
It's a long way down the Holiday Road
Holiday Road
Holiday Road
Jack be nible, Jack be quick
Take a ride on a West Coast kick
Holiday Road
Holiday Road
Holiday Road
Holiday Road
I've come back long ago
Long way down the Holiday Road
Holiday Road
Holiday Road
Holiday Road
Holiday Road
song performed by by Lindsey Buckingham
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Dog Now Tricks
I wish I had not woke up today
Everyone mistakes the things you say
Take the simple truth and
Twist it all around
Make it sound important and make it seem profound
Dog new tricks
Nothing you learn will stick
Dog new tricks
You make me feel so worthless
Everyone I know has gone away
Died or left or just forgot to stay
Sometimes took for granted
Sometimes turned away
Sometimes didnt say what I meant to say
Dog new tricks
Nothing you learn will stick
Dog new tricks
You make me feel so worthless
I never would have pegged you
For what you have become
Everyone lies, everyone cheats
Not like youve done
Dog new tricks
Nothing youve learned will stick
Dog new tricks
You make me feel so worthless
Dog new tricks
Nothing youve learned will stick
Dog new tricks
You make me feel so worthless
Nothing you learn
Nothing you learn
Nothing you learn
Nothing you learn
song performed by by Garbage
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To Nurture An Insight
He learned to walk in his baby shoes.
And taught not to touch things
Easily reached
Yet laying teasing him to abuse.
Manipulating with eyes
Only a child often can use...
Slick and mixed from a bag of tricks,
He pulls each to see who becomes fooled.
Quick with lessons taught...
In new shoes he now has bought,
Armed with charm and mannerisms maintained...
A little boy no more he is,
Free now to select his own aches and pains!
To achieve aims and a wealth of assorted gains.
Games he can play...
If he chooses to go that way!
That depends on strengths encouraged,
And who followed through to nurture
An insight that can flourish!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This emergency spending measure is certainly only the beginning, since we here in Washington will continue to work closely with the president and emergency agencies to ensure they continue receiving the funding they need.
Pink Slip
There are days I am expecting a bonus
There are days I pray for a pink slip
At times wishing for retirement but even so
I’d like to go somewhere tomorrow
I quit working once before traveled for a year
Was nice didn’t have to report to the chiefs
Then again sometimes it is nice to be punished
I really enjoy work using my cool tricks and wits
Get up early, consume the caffeine and play dress up
Drive really fast to beat the clock or the cute honest cop
Facing the challenge of the day and get into the rush
A check is nice but having a job is a pleasant surprise
As long as I stay healthy, alert, witty and wise
I will stay away from that fabulous pink slip
Not only tomorrow I want to get up early and drive
fri, december 29,2006 | Pink Slip (Rewrite)
poem by Kay Barcelon
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They have learned that resistance is actually possible. The holds are beginning to slip away.
quote by George Jackson
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Liquid Sunshine And Powdered Rain
When we go on holiday
we like to see a bright sun above,
but there are occasions when
we are treated to liquid sunshine and powdered rain.
Sometimes the seasons get mixed up
and summer comes late
and other times winter calls
in the middle of the year.
There are even times when
each season will visit us each day.
However when you are on holiday
you enjoy it without a care.
Early in the morning you get powdered rain
and by mid morning the liquid sunshine calls.
Before the evening falls
you feel the warm rays of the sun.
No one can predict the weather,
we have to take it as it comes.
When you go on holiday
just go out and have some fun.
17 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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A War Song to Englishmen
Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war,
Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb;
Th' Angel of Fate turns them with mighty hands,
And casts them out upon the darken'd earth!
Prepare, prepare!
Prepare your hearts for Death's cold hand! prepare
Your souls for flight, your bodies for the earth;
Prepare your arms for glorious victory;
Prepare your eyes to meet a holy God!
Prepare, prepare!
Whose fatal scroll is that? Methinks 'tis mine!
Why sinks my heart, why faltereth my tongue?
Had I three lives, I'd die in such a cause,
And rise, with ghosts, over the well-fought field.
Prepare, prepare!
The arrows of Almighty God are drawn!
Angels of Death stand in the louring heavens!
Thousands of souls must seek the realms of light,
And walk together on the clouds of heaven!
Prepare, prepare!
Soldiers, prepare! Our cause is Heaven's cause;
Soldiers, prepare! Be worthy of our cause:
Prepare to meet our fathers in the sky:
Prepare, O troops, that are to fall to-day!
Prepare, prepare!
Alfred shall smile, and make his harp rejoice;
The Norman William, and the learnèd Clerk,
And Lion Heart, and black-brow'd Edward, with
His loyal queen, shall rise, and welcome us!
Prepare, prepare!
poem by William Blake
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